The Pig Emperor's "Demon Sound" singing ran rampant once more.
Mo Qi had just tossed a wok of peanuts into the air when the Pig Emperor's new, original "song" reached his ears.
'What the hell is this?!'
He stumbled, nearly falling flat on his face.
If the motion of tossing the wok and catching the food hadn't been so deeply ingrained as muscle memory, the entire batch of peanuts would have been scattered and ruined.
'That Pig Emperor has no shame, it keeps hitting new lows. What are these ridiculous lyrics? No, I need to find a chance to have a serious talk with it. Otherwise, if things keep going like this, who knows what kind of "masterpiece" it'll come up with next!'
Although the Pig Emperor wasn't targeting them, the other Immortals' reactions were much the same as Mo Qi's.
Vulgar lyrics, a melody with no discernible pattern, and, to top it all off, the Pig Emperor's unique voice.
